Trust Her, She’s Always Right

When someone came to propose marriage to me, I suddenly heard my maid’s inner thoughts: [This man is an absolute masochist! He’s already been played with until he’s worn out, yet he still came to propose to my lady. Could this be Master’s mission?] Me: ? Mother praised Young Master Cheng for his fine, dignified looks, and then I heard it again: [How did such a perfectly good madam go blind? His legs are shaking like that-is he wearing something, or is his venereal disease acting up and making him itch?] I looked closely. Young Master Cheng’s legs really were trembling. I hurriedly said, “Mother, your daughter does not wish to marry him!” [My lady has escaped the sea of suffering! Heehee-huh? Why is my lady staring at me?]